You wake up and find yourself tied to a chair, blood gushing from your head through a wide open tear. Terror sets in when you see you're in someone's home, at the dinner table that's covered in human bone. Rotten narrow carcasses on all of the plates, a dead body sitting next to you looks like Norman Bates. Skulls set up covered in wax now burning candles, and bloody words tagged on the walls by Satanic vandals, you try to scream but it feels like your throat has been crushed. Then a man walks in the room and he tells you to hush, he bends down and looks at you, his face distorted and morphing.